"Walter, I'm all cleaned up. What's next? If there's nothing, I'm off to bed."Evangeline was about to head to the guest room, being considerate.However, Walter called out, "Wait.""What's up?" she looked back at him."Come here, sit with me."Evangeline hesitated. With a resigned nod, she complied.Walter's eyes gleamed with mischief as he watched her approach.She walked over and brazenly sat on his lap. She pushed him back onto the bed and untied the robe's sash."I didn't see this coming," Walter murmured, his desire flaring."Oh? There's a lot you don't see coming," Evangeline quipped as she climbed onto him, the robe falling away to reveal swathes of pale skin. "Tell me, how did Julia take care of you last night?"Beneath her, a bath towel was the only thing left covering him. It was clear he was more than ready for her teasing.As their skin brushed against each other, the air crackled with electricity. The room was charged with a sultry heat and unspoken promises.
Evangeline nestled into the bedding, her body coiled with discomfort, commanding herself not to ponder where Walter had disappeared to.She tried to focus on the upcoming board meeting and what challenges it might bring.Everyone knew that in the Foster family of the South was a beloved young woman who was the center of attention and adoration. She was the cherished granddaughter of Cole and the niece of James, the fifth son of the Cole family. She had been groomed as the future heir to the Foster family's century-old legacy.The 'Little Princess Foster' was once a legend among the southern gentry. She was said to be fiery, radiant, and imperiously unyielding, always getting her way.Yet, for the past three years, the princess who was once the object of envy and spite had vanished.Rumors swirled that she had lost her inheritance for crossing Cole. Whispers of foul play within the family's ranks circulated.However, the truth of her absence was unknown to all—she had married. Mar
Eventually, Cole left his gambling life behind and, with his friends, founded Foster Group. The company expanded rapidly, dominating the north and starting to clean up its act.The Foster family became untouchable, a name that commanded respect and fear alike.The old-timers at the company were Cole's original crew, the brothers-in-arms who had been through thick and thin with him.Back in their younger days, they thrived on freedom and carried that same laid-back attitude into their work, creating a company culture that broke the mold of traditional business.That meant things got done fast, but it was not without its share of dark corners.…Evangeline was practically invisible to them in the conference room.A privileged princess, they had thought. Was she really up to the task of steering the Foster Group's stormy ship?Amid the murmurs, a sudden thud echoed through the room.The middle-aged man who had been blabbing that Evangeline was Cole's goddaughter was kicked far aw
Evangeline's gaze swept across the room as she spoke, sharp enough to keep everyone from looking her in the eye.Gone was the gentle composure she showed with the Gordon family, replaced by the ironclad authority of a woman in charge."Any objections? Now's the time to speak up," Evangeline stated calmly.With Cole's right-hand man, Asher, standing behind her, his respect bordering on reverence, it was as though Cole himself had entered the room. Who would dare step out of line?After all, Cole, the notorious gambling tycoon, was a name that sent shivers down their spines. Cole might be bedridden, doting on Evangeline with every fiber of his being, but his reputation in the business and underground worlds was still formidable.Everyone was convinced that she was Cole's granddaughter, and her eyes—calm yet piercing—were a mirror image of Cole's own.David, who had just been ousted, served as her first lesson to the company. She did not even spare the old-timers' pride.Who would
"Let Strata King Group have their moment with that tempting opportunity. Once we've got our stock prices back on track, we'll be back in the game stronger than ever," Evangeline mused, her fingers gently tracing the contours of the ring her grandfather had cherished for so many years."However, you know the saying that goes, 'Gordon rules the north, Foster owns the south.' Strata King may be the brainchild of Walter Gordon, but it's the Gordon family that's pulling the strings. They've outpaced the original Gordon Group and now sit at the top of Halcyonia's corporate ladder."If we challenge Strata King, we're challenging the Gordons head-on. And despite the old bonds between our families, in business, there's no room for stepping aside. If we abandon the northern markets for charity work in the northwest, what will that say about the Foster name?" someone said."Who's saying I'm ducking Strata King Group? That's the biggest laugh I've had all day!" In that instant, Evangeline's dor
Julia paced the floor of her suburban villa outside Capital City, her eyes burning with fury as she stared at the letter from Foster Group. In a fit of rage, she hurled a vase against the wall, shattering it into a thousand pieces.Her mood had been in the pits. She had returned to the country, fully expecting to kick Evangeline out of the Gordon family and banish her back to the sticks. To her shock, Evangeline had managed to charm Walter into her bed.The image of their heated kiss haunted Julia, igniting a desire to rip Evangeline apart.She was desperate to confront Walter, but he had been dodging her for days. She tried to reach out to Evangeline, to give her a piece of her mind, but realized she had been blocked.The sting of rejection was more than she could bear.She refused to believe Walter did not care about her. After all, had he not gone out of his way to save the Garside family for her sake? All that, and just last night, she had heard they had disappeared from Avalo
"Let her," Walter snapped, his face set in a hard line as he shot Oscar a withering look.Oscar bit back any further objections, getting the message loud and clear. "Alright, alright. I'll make sure the missus hears about tonight."Walter was at it again, trying to rile up Evangeline with Julia's presence. Could that really work? Somehow, he doubted it.…The clock struck seven-thirty, and the Foster family's charity auction kicked off right on schedule in Capital City. The venue was the famed Victoria Garden House, a place that once echoed with the laughter of the elite as they enjoyed their music and theater. Then, it was Avalon City's most opulent playground for the rich and famous.The gala was already buzzing with the elegance of classical performances, the air filled with the harmonious melodies of flutes and zithers. The crowd was a parade of the elite, each person a vision of beauty and stature, adhering to a strict height requirement. Clad in traditional gray-blue garb, t
The evening's esteemed hosts, the Fosters, had made their entrance.Evangeline, stunning in a black gown that made her porcelain skin glow, walked hand-in-hand with James. She was a vision, her figure and poise conjuring images of an enchantress from a fairy tale. The necklace she wore, with its massive blue gemstone flanked by diamonds, was a showstopper, leaving women in awe.James, her companion, was the epitome of sophistication in his wine-red designer suit and gold-rimmed glasses, his handsome features rivaling the heartthrobs of Hollywood.Together, they were a breathtaking pair, stealing the show effortlessly.Julia's aura paled in comparison, and her envy boiled over. Why did Evangeline always have to outshine her?"Walt, look, isn't that Evangeline? What's she doing with the Fosters?" taunted Julia, noticing Walter's displeasure.A chilling dread settled over Walter.So James was a Foster after all. That explained his confidence and audacity to challenge Walter head-on